My mind a mini parachute,
It takes a fancy spin.
Fly me miles in the misty air,
As I gossip with the wind.
I gently perch on a groovy pine,
From the heights I look behind.
A tint of light, peeps with a smile.
Like a speck from the past time.
Giggles and whispers and wishful smiles,
Eyes that spark new dreams.
My parents lovely like the sun
Their love a holy stream.
The toddler tunes I struggled to sing,
The toys moulded of clay.
My bath tub, a tiny pristine bay,
My cotton couch to lay.
I smell the silky jaggery brown,
In the misty air above.
Chimes of childhood echoes still,
Play my little town.
I quickly close my eyes so fast,
and bring to book the clock.
The alarm, oh! it broke so loud.
Shattered my lovely dream.
Like a heck from the past time............heck? ? might you mean speck? ? some favorite lines: The toddler tunes I struggled to sing, The toys moulded of clay. My bath tub, a tiny pristine bay, My cotton couch to lay.......................although i say lie is grammatically correct, not lay. but you would lose ......................the rhyme. AND many people will disagree with me! lay and lie are confusing. AND 'we' get to claim poetic license! you change the rhyme scheme in stanza 5. it is ok, but i RARELY do it. i don't know what to book the clock means. i might understand if you wrote to clock the book. maybe you hit the alarm clock with a book to stop the alarm? i like the poem. bri :)
what a lovely description of nostalgia in your parachute mind covering the sky of childhood, my dear friend...I like your flow of thoughts...
a dreamy poem of flying back to happy times? ...........................well written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful dreamy poem with lovely childhood images.